Why is having money considered successful?
Why is being popular and knowing people considered successful?
Why is being skinny and tan considered successful?
Why are all these things "success"?

Why isn't doing what you love considered successful?
Why isn't being happy and content considered successful?
Why isn't accepting your body for what it is considered successful?
Why aren't these the standards of success?

Why can't we do what we want without worrying about money?
Why can't we stay home instead of partying?
Why can't we eat whatever we want without worrying about the calories?
Why are we judged when we're not "successful"?

Blank page
Staring at me
Taunting me

I want to write
But the blue lines sit there
Smiling evilly

No inspiration appears
Writer's block
Ideas flee from me

I want to fill the paper with words
No white to be seen
Nothing but pencil lead

But the mind stays blank
Never thinking of anything
Stuck

She's all alone
Nobody cares
But I do
I care, see, love

She's beautiful
But they don't see
She's funny
But they don't hear

They go about their lives
Not seeing her
Walking right past
My little wallflower

I trusted you with Myself
That little part of me
I told you I was dying
And drifting off to sea

I trusted you, so you would help
I could get out of this hole
But you took my pain and laughed
I'd never thought you'd be this cold

I trusted you, because I love you
I thought you loved me
I gave you my all
But now, I am but a memory

It's near
I can taste Metal
Moldy food overwhelming my nose
The Fox creeps around
Bringing night and ruby gone
Overpowering
Lying in a street
shot dead
Moonshadow Alone

It's here
After so many years
Finally the pain will be gone
The Lamb comes softly
Bringing peace and beauty sigh
Wonderful
Lying in a chair
sleeping dead
Moonshadow Alone